The Empress Dowager had been the mother of the country for over a decade and was incomparably noble. Even if Mo Jingqi had a grudge against her, he was still respectful on the surface. When had he ever been told to scram to his face like this? His face instantly became a myriad of colors. It was so complicated that it was as ugly as a palette.
"Imperial son!" The Empress Dowager gritted her teeth. Her goal in coming here was to discuss the issue of the throne. Naturally, she could not leave so easily.
Mo Jingqi did not care. He pointed at the Empress Dowager and said: "Scram out for zhen, do you hear me?! As long as zhen is alive, zhen is the emperor! Scram … … don't even think about it … … don't even think about it! " The Empress Dowager suppressed her anger and stepped forward to say: "Aijia knows that the emperor is not in a good mood right now. You can vent your anger, but I ask the emperor to think about the matters after his death. The emperor should think about the princes and princesses. " Mo Jingqi couldn't help but laugh wildly. But he was crying and laughing at the same time. Even the corners of his eyes were bleeding. The Empress Dowager saw this and jumped in fright. She took two steps back, "Emperor … … emperor, you … …"
Mo Jingqi said hatefully, "Go tell your good son, tell him to give up on this idea. Even if the Da Chu State is destroyed, zhen will not give it to him. And that precious son of his … … just wait to be buried with zhen. If he has the ability, he can fight for the throne himself. Zhen will watch … … zhen will watch him from the heavens … … die, without, descendants! "
The last four words were filled with hatred. The Empress Dowager couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart. The Empress Dowager did not know that Mo Jingli would never be able to have children in this life. She only thought that Mo Jingqi was cursing her with hatred. But even so, the Empress Dowager was still greatly frightened when she saw Mo Jingqi lying on the bed with tears of blood dripping from the corners of his eyes. Without any other choice, the Empress Dowager could only stumble out of the bedroom. The people guarding outside the room quickly came in to investigate. When they came in, they heard Mo Jingqi's voice, "Scram! I need some peace and quiet! " Hearing Mo Jingqi's voice, which seemed to be full of energy, the guards at the door felt relieved and stood guard outside the door again.
In the bedchamber, Mo Jingqi laughed bitterly. Just now, his temper had affected his heart. Once the Empress Dowager left, his originally ugly expression quickly deteriorated.
"Hehe …" Suddenly, a deep and pleasant laughter came from the bedroom, followed by the sound of slow and approaching footsteps. Mo Jingqi struggled to open his eyes, but the man in front of him instantly cleared his groggy mind. She widened her eyes and stared at the man standing in front of her. White robes, white hair, a handsome face, sword-like eyebrows, and an awe-inspiring aura. Her snow-white sleeves were embroidered with silver dragon patterns and auspicious clouds, and there seemed to be a faint fragrance lingering in his nose. Mo Jingqi, who had been dizzy from the smell of blood, immediately felt much more clear-headed.
"Mo Xiuyao!" Mo Jingqi said in a deep voice.
"Hehe …" Mo Xiuyao laughed in a low voice, "Emperor, I haven't seen you for half a year and you've become like this. It really makes I very surprised."
Beside Mo Xiuyao, Ye Li, dressed in a blue robe, was holding a white jade doll in a black brocade robe. The little doll was only five or six years old. He was handsome and cute, a pair of dark eyes looking at Mo Jingqi. He had never seen such intelligence before. Seeing Mo Jingqi's bloodstained appearance, the child did not show the slightest bit of fear. Instead, he poked his head out of Ye Li's arms to see more clearly.
"This is your son?" Mo Jingqi asked.
Mo Xiuyao raised an eyebrow and took Mo Xiaobao out of Ye Li's arms, holding him in his own arms, "That's right, this is my son. Mo Yu Chen. " Mo Xiaobao, the great name Mo Yu Chen, looked at the person on the bed with some curiosity. His father had never called him by his full name. Who was this person that made him suddenly make an exception? "Father … Is this the husband of that auntie in white?" Mo Xiuyao rubbed his son's little head and smiled, "That's right, he is that auntie's husband, and also your sister Wuyou's father."
Originally, when he heard the three words Mo Yu Chen, Mo Jingqi's face changed. But then he heard the words' auntie in white 'and' sister Wuyou '. Mo Jingqi finally sighed, closed his eyes, and swallowed back the words he wanted to say, asking, "Is Changle doing well in the northwest?" Ye Li said indifferently, "Wuyou has already become the disciple of the Godly Doctor, and plans to practice medicine to help the world in the future."
Mo Jingqi was obviously a little surprised. He waved his hand with some difficulty and said, "Well, I know you will definitely take good care of her. Hehe … I really didn't expect that you would actually come back to see me. "Mo Jingqi looked at Mo Xiuyao, and his eyes were unexpectedly calm. In the past, even when Mo Xiuyao was at his lowest and Mo Jingqi was at his most high-spirited, Mo Jingqi looked at Mo Xiuyao with vigilance and jealousy. It was the first time in his life that he had such a calm gaze as if there was nothing.
Mo Xiuyao faintly raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "I will naturally come back to see you. Otherwise, how can I explain to my father, brother, and the tens of thousands of innocent souls who died in the Prince Ding Mansion? In order to catch up with the time to send you off, last year I helped you for almost half a year before I could spare the time now to come to see you off. "
"You …" Mo Jingqi was slightly taken aback. Mo Xiuyao nodded and said, "That's right, I already knew that you would be like this. Because back in Nan Jiang … when Mo Jingli was buying medicine, I was watching from not too far away. For this matter, I even specially asked Mister Shen to research the medicinal properties of this poison. "After saying this, Mo Xiuyao took out a small porcelain bottle and threw it onto Mo Jingqi's bed. Mo Jingqi's hands trembled as he picked up the porcelain bottle and opened it. Inside the bottle were small pills. Looking at the pills that were even smaller than soybeans in front of him, Mo Jingqi wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. He had become like this because of this poison, because of his own brother. He had been on guard against the Prince Ding Mansion and Mo Xiuyao his entire life, but in the end, he had died at the hands of his own brother. This was the biggest irony in the world.
Looking at Mo Jingqi's state, Mo Xiuyao was in a good mood. "Speaking of which … even if you were poisoned with this supposedly incurable poison, you still had a chance. Originally, you still had a chance to live. I remember that you originally had a Biluo Flower. Am I right? "
Mo Jingqi's expression changed slightly, his voice hoarse. "The Biluo Flower … the Biluo Flower was taken by you?"
Mo Xiuyao generously admitted, "Isn't that right? You should have guessed it yourself. If it wasn't for your Biluo Flower, how could I have recovered completely? "
Mo Jingqi was silent for a long time, then suddenly burst into laughter. "Haha … retribution! It's really retribution … "Back then, he had caused Mo Xiuyao to be poisoned and disabled, but Mo Xiuyao had snatched his Biluo Flower to cure his illness. Now that he was poisoned, he no longer had the Biluo Flower to use. As expected, it was retribution …
Mo Xiuyao raised his eyebrows and said, "Whether it's retribution or not, I have no interest in knowing. But I see you like this right now … my heart is comforted. Why don't you ask I if I have the antidote? You don't want to live anymore, right? As long as you're alive, every moment, every person around you will remind you how much of a failure you are. Do you know … your actions back then didn't harm the Prince Ding Mansion, but completely freed the Prince Ding Mansion from its hundreds of years of shackles. It's a pity … you won't be able to live for much longer, otherwise I would really want to let you see what kind of retribution you will receive for what you did to the Mohist army back then. I'll let you see … whether your so-called direct descendant of the Da Chu State's royal family or my Prince Ding Mansion has the right to survive in this chaotic world … "
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